Back from my trip
Good evening, readers!
Well, it's certainly been too long since my last post. The trip I took was so convoluted and involved that I'm gonna hide the report behind a cut, so as to not clog my friend's pages.
So. Since last time, I took a trip to Oklahoma, to visit a VERY good friend (if he wants to chime in to say who he is, that's his option). Not me alone, mind, I didn't have anything LIKE the money to get there and back... The only reason the trip could take place was my local friend Rob, and his fiance Pam, taking the trip with me.
Once we actually GOT to Oklahoma everything went great, but GETTING there was a BITCH... Yahoo Maps directed us through Kentucky, where we got karmically raped eight ways to Sunday. Only twenty miles into that infernal state, the main radiator hose EXPLODED. Out of nowhere. No wear at all, no bubbling or cracking. It looked like it had been sliced open with a razor.
Now, bear with me when I say this. I'm what you might call "practical-spiritual". I strongly believe in spirits, ghosts, psychic abilities, and other supernatural stuff. The reason I believe is because I've been the FOCAL POINT for a ton of such stuff.
Pam is an actual witch, a'la the Wiccan religion. Rob, well, he's played host for a wide array of spirits, for quite some time now. The three of us together in one car makes for a veritable resonance transmitter for spiritual activity. It's actually kindof annoying, at times.
Well, when we drove into the state also known as "unlucky Ken-fucking-tucky", Rob was at the wheel, Pam in the front passenger's seat, and me trying to sleep in the back seat. Well, I wasn't quite asleep when I got visited... by a kitsune, of all things. For those of you who don't know, a kitsune is a Japanese fox spirit. A very powerful one. There are ten "ranks" of kitsune, in ascending order depending on how many tails they have. The more they have, the more powerful they are. There are literally millions of one-tails, but only one with ten. They are chaotic and mischievous, but not evil.
The one that visited me was only a one-tail. When I recognized him for what he was, I refused to speak to him, and he got annoyed. Welllll... The radiator hose was about all he could do to screw me up, but it was enough. In fact, it might have been enough to earn him another tail.
Now, as if that weren't enough, after we got the hose fixed, we realized the oil pan had cracked... then a rod broke. All in all, we had to leave Rob and Pam's car in Kenfucky, while we backtracked to West VA to rent a car. (gives Enterprise Rentals a double finger) We knew once we got done with the trip, and were headed back, that their car would need an entirely new engine, but we weren't gonna let it stop us!
We finally got there (a day and a half behind schedule, but hey), and had a grand time for about five days.
I'll let you all just imagine what we may or may not have done while we were there.
In order to slightly shorten the story, I'll just say that Kentucky screwed us just a little more, as we found some jackass had DRIVEN UP THE BACK of our fucking car! Not the rental, the one we had left in that godawful state. FUCK KENTUCKY AND EVERYONE IN IT!! So Rob, Pam, and myself ended up STRANDED there for another few days.
So now I'm home, with a weird cold-flu thing going... coughing, weakness/soreness, stuffed-up nose, headache... Blah. At least I know it wasn't my Oklahoman friend who gave it to me; too long had passed between when we left and when it appeared.
Well anyway. Now for the most anticipated part of my LJ, for SOME folks at least: new "people who must DIE"! Two of them, in fact!
First: The snobby bitch who LOOKED at us funny while we were sitting at a gas pump. She looked at us with an expression of "Oh dear, DEGENERATES! Aren't I glad I'm SOOOO much BETTER than them!" Fuck you all the way from Oklahoma to Kentucky, you prissy bitch! I'd gladly have IMPALED you with our rental, if only I was sure the Enterprise guys would have looked the other way! The other entry is a dude who CUT AROUND a tractor-trailer, INTO ONCOMING LANES, IN THE MIDDLE OF AN INTERSECTION!!! The big rig driver can't help it if his truck is too big for the intersection, but YOUR ass can certainly help being the biggest DICK in all of Oklahoma!! I hope you try that again, sometime soon, and RUN INTO a police cruiser! I'd laugh my furry ass off, the whole time they were shoving your dumb self into the back seat!
ChrisGryph, OUT.
Well, it's certainly been too long since my last post. The trip I took was so convoluted and involved that I'm gonna hide the report behind a cut, so as to not clog my friend's pages.
So. Since last time, I took a trip to Oklahoma, to visit a VERY good friend (if he wants to chime in to say who he is, that's his option). Not me alone, mind, I didn't have anything LIKE the money to get there and back... The only reason the trip could take place was my local friend Rob, and his fiance Pam, taking the trip with me.
Once we actually GOT to Oklahoma everything went great, but GETTING there was a BITCH... Yahoo Maps directed us through Kentucky, where we got karmically raped eight ways to Sunday. Only twenty miles into that infernal state, the main radiator hose EXPLODED. Out of nowhere. No wear at all, no bubbling or cracking. It looked like it had been sliced open with a razor.
Now, bear with me when I say this. I'm what you might call "practical-spiritual". I strongly believe in spirits, ghosts, psychic abilities, and other supernatural stuff. The reason I believe is because I've been the FOCAL POINT for a ton of such stuff.
Pam is an actual witch, a'la the Wiccan religion. Rob, well, he's played host for a wide array of spirits, for quite some time now. The three of us together in one car makes for a veritable resonance transmitter for spiritual activity. It's actually kindof annoying, at times.
Well, when we drove into the state also known as "unlucky Ken-fucking-tucky", Rob was at the wheel, Pam in the front passenger's seat, and me trying to sleep in the back seat. Well, I wasn't quite asleep when I got visited... by a kitsune, of all things. For those of you who don't know, a kitsune is a Japanese fox spirit. A very powerful one. There are ten "ranks" of kitsune, in ascending order depending on how many tails they have. The more they have, the more powerful they are. There are literally millions of one-tails, but only one with ten. They are chaotic and mischievous, but not evil.
The one that visited me was only a one-tail. When I recognized him for what he was, I refused to speak to him, and he got annoyed. Welllll... The radiator hose was about all he could do to screw me up, but it was enough. In fact, it might have been enough to earn him another tail.
Now, as if that weren't enough, after we got the hose fixed, we realized the oil pan had cracked... then a rod broke. All in all, we had to leave Rob and Pam's car in Kenfucky, while we backtracked to West VA to rent a car. (gives Enterprise Rentals a double finger) We knew once we got done with the trip, and were headed back, that their car would need an entirely new engine, but we weren't gonna let it stop us!
We finally got there (a day and a half behind schedule, but hey), and had a grand time for about five days.
I'll let you all just imagine what we may or may not have done while we were there.
In order to slightly shorten the story, I'll just say that Kentucky screwed us just a little more, as we found some jackass had DRIVEN UP THE BACK of our fucking car! Not the rental, the one we had left in that godawful state. FUCK KENTUCKY AND EVERYONE IN IT!! So Rob, Pam, and myself ended up STRANDED there for another few days.
So now I'm home, with a weird cold-flu thing going... coughing, weakness/soreness, stuffed-up nose, headache... Blah. At least I know it wasn't my Oklahoman friend who gave it to me; too long had passed between when we left and when it appeared.
Well anyway. Now for the most anticipated part of my LJ, for SOME folks at least: new "people who must DIE"! Two of them, in fact!
First: The snobby bitch who LOOKED at us funny while we were sitting at a gas pump. She looked at us with an expression of "Oh dear, DEGENERATES! Aren't I glad I'm SOOOO much BETTER than them!" Fuck you all the way from Oklahoma to Kentucky, you prissy bitch! I'd gladly have IMPALED you with our rental, if only I was sure the Enterprise guys would have looked the other way! The other entry is a dude who CUT AROUND a tractor-trailer, INTO ONCOMING LANES, IN THE MIDDLE OF AN INTERSECTION!!! The big rig driver can't help it if his truck is too big for the intersection, but YOUR ass can certainly help being the biggest DICK in all of Oklahoma!! I hope you try that again, sometime soon, and RUN INTO a police cruiser! I'd laugh my furry ass off, the whole time they were shoving your dumb self into the back seat!
ChrisGryph, OUT.